bee

I love bees, don’t get me wrong
It’s when they come into my home
That I feel nervous, edgy, ill at ease
I’ts not their tiny bodies that
haunt my restless brain

The sound, the buzz, the frenzied
bumping against the open windowpane
summons up the place of soulful longing
While freedom and release are near
a whisp, a whiff, a puff, a draught away.